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large raw abrasion on my heel and my breath hitches in my throat.  The act so tender from his worn, calloused hands. 
    “You can afford it, there’s no reason why your feet should look like this.  So, why do they?”
    “I don’t like to be frivolous with my money.  I save and budget for every expense, whether it’s a need or a want, so…” I explain, trailing off, and ending on a shrug.
    “Frivolous is buying shit you don’t need when you can’t afford it – or even when you can.  Sensible is buying stuff you need when you need it so your feet don’t end up like this.”  It’s the most I’ve heard him say at one time and damn is he even sexier when he gets riled up!
    “It’s only a blister, Oak.” My tone is placating.
    His head snaps up and his blazing gaze finds mine.  He grinds his teeth, his jaw so tight, I’m afraid it might snap.  His lips open slightly and I wait for him to say what’s on his mind.  Then, as suddenly as the emotion overtakes him, it’s gone.  Poof!   Just like that. 
    My eyebrows climb into my hairline when his head lowers and he touches his lips to my heel.
    He places a bandage to each of my heels, and one on my left arch where a small blister is starting to emerge.
    “Go climb in bed, baby,” he tells me when he’s done fixing my feet.
    “Okay.”  Unable to hold it back, I let out a large yawn and stand, stretching my arms above my head.  “I’m beat.  I’ll lock the door behind you,” I say, expecting him to make for the door.  When he stays silent, I continue.  “Thanks so much for dropping me home tonight.  Did you call one of the guys to come and get you, or do you need me to drop you home first?”
    “I’m stayin’.”
    He’s staying?
    “You’re staying?” I ask in disbelief.  “Like, here?” 
    “Go on to bed. I’ll lock up.”
    “You can’t stay here.”  My voice betrays my shock.
    “I can.  I am.”
    “You can’t be serious?  Where will you sleep?  In case you haven’t noticed, this is a one bedroom apartment equivalent to the size of Kim Kardashian’s bathroom.  My sofa is a single seat and my floor is not hardwood lined with thick, scattered rugs – it’s covered in really old, worn carpet.”
    His lip twitches.  “I can see that.”
    “So, clearly , there is nowhere for you to sleep.  Unless, of course, you’re a freak of nature and can sleep sitting up and not wake up in the morning with a stiff back and a twisted neck.”
    Another lip twitch.
    God, that’s hot.
    “Not a freak of nature.”
    “Okay, so that’s settled.  I’ll drive you home if you like, or back to the clubhouse.  Whatever you prefer.”  I turn, intent on grabbing my handbag, keys, and phone from the countertop, but his long fingers wrap around my elbow and he halts me.  Giving me a slight tug, my body stumbles toward his and I slam into his chest, my cheek colliding with his solid pectoral muscles.
    I slowly raise my face to meet his eyes and before I can even fill my seized lungs with oxygen, his mouth is on mine.
    Slow, warm, wet.  Utterly delicious.  He tastes like mint with a hint of beer.  My hands snake up around his neck just as his tongue slides into my mouth.  I whimper softly as tingles spread throughout my body and the smoldering flame deep in my stomach ignites and begins to rage out of control.
    His lips move over mine in perfect synchronization, as if they were made just for me.  His cropped short, black hair tickles my fingers and I can’t help but wish it were a little longer so I could wind my fingers through it and tug him further into me.
    I’m so caught up in the moment, I don’t realize we’ve moved until my back hits the wall and his hands find purchase on my ass as he boosts me up.  My legs wrap around his hips and he thrusts into me.  Just once, but it’s enough.  Suddenly, all abandon is thrown out the window and I attack his mouth with a passion I didn’t know I possessed.
    His cock presses